Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 495 - 412 Borrowing Momentum_2

This is what he excelled at.

"We won’t make a move," Gong Yan shook her head, "just crush through."

"Crush through?" Dai Lian looked puzzled.

Gu Lan glanced by the side, his eyes flashing slightly as he asked softly with curiosity, "Where have you been these days? We hardly saw you."

Apart from treating the ordinary people in the various caves, they hadn’t seen a trace of Gong Yan.

Day in and out, she was running around mysteriously with Yafei, and they had no clue what Gong Yan was busy with.

"Getting some help..."

Whether it was what Yafei said or what they found out themselves, both indicated one thing, Grey Iron City’s rule over its citizens was not absolute.

They did not exploit the monopoly over the necessary resource—Stabilizing Repair Fluid—to forcibly control every individual’s actions and thoughts.

Thus, the city harbored a plethora of small factions and gangs that only looked out for themselves, and in Yafei’s opinion, during their surprise attack, these factions might even add to their momentum and "assist" them.

Since that was the case, why not turn this uncertainty into a definite opportunity?

They weren’t after wealth or profit; they sought one thing: power.

The power of authority.

The only demand from all the small gangs and forces was simple: to watch the show.

Observation could bring pressure.

With the so-called "Doctor" leading the city’s core forces away from the city, and the regular garrison troops stationed with other institutions unable to arrive in time to assist, did the half-squad equipped with only a small number of heavy weapons have the courage to face the backlash of "the entire city’s" wrath?

This was the only way Gong Yan could think of to accomplish their mission without shedding blood.

"We have helpers?" Upon hearing this, Kuang Xin grinned, showing his large teeth.

In the past few days, under Yafei’s guidance, he had already observed the target armory from a distance, and although the guards were numerous in comparison to the four of them, if they were to face a crowd...

The dense crowd behind him had already given him the confidence of assured victory. If there were more people helping, wouldn’t they be capable of drowning the enemy in spit alone?

The dense crowd entered the city gates calmly. Although a week’s maintenance didn’t make them look particularly formidable, the strong confidence following their "belief" revealed an astonishing presence.

Above the city’s haphazard high and low structures, gazes, whether surprised or wary, were cast upon this troop.

"They are all our city’s people..."

"Who’s behind that girl?"

"She never said she had people behind her..."

"But to gather all these hidden rats together, I don’t know how she did it..."

"Let’s go, let’s follow and see."

Silent communications emerged from various places.

Thus, unfamiliar groups of several or dozens emerged from the alleys on either side, trailing behind the main contingent at close or distant intervals, maintaining an ambiguous distance.

"Are those people helping us?"

"Why do they look so strange?"

A few players at the forefront of the troop gathered and murmured among themselves.

"What did the Goddess say? Are our helpers really them?"

"The Goddess said, ’Move forward’."

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Move forward...

Move forward...

Countless black dots swarmed out from every corner of the city like ants, following behind the large troop that seemed to emit a "scent of food."

The troop moved slowly forward until it was overwhelming.

The informed armory guards had already blocked the main entrance with fences and set up their few heavy machine guns for defense.

As several calm strangers appeared at the end of the streets, every garrison soldier nervously clenched the handle of their gun.

"Shall we... shall we shoot?" a soldier stammered, asking his direct superior.

The direct superior hesitated and looked to his own superior, who pressed his hand down, signaling everyone to restrain themselves.

The opposition had an imposing presence; if they opened fire rashly, it might be they who would suffer a loss.

It would be better to first see what the other party wanted, then it wouldn’t be too late to make a decision.

As the crowd at the end of the street gradually filled in, any place where a person could stand—on the street, beside the road, rooftop of the buildings—was filled with figures.

A heavy, oppressive mass hung weightily over hearts.

"Who are you? What do you want?!" The armory guard officer gripped the loudspeaker, speaking sternly, "I warn you! This is a military supply critical area; unrelated people are not allowed to linger. Disperse within three minutes, or we will resort to armed measures!"

A moment of silence.

Almost all eyes were focused on the seemingly delicate and frail figure leading the group.

Gong Yan smiled and brushed a stray lock of hair from her temple, taking two steps forward with the morning breeze against her face. Her voice, neither harsh nor soft, easily spread through the push of Spiritual Energy, "Sir, we are here for two matters."

"First, to grant every civilian in Grey Iron City the right to freely choose whether to undergo surgery."

"Second, to ensure that every civilian who has undergone surgery, regardless of success or failure, can maintain a normal standard of living."

"You shouldn’t treat the Stabilizing Repair Fluid, which everyone needs, as a monopoly commodity and restrict its distribution; nor should you discard those who fail the surgery as if they were a burden."

"The foul stench pervades the city, not because of the garbage you all have created, which is everywhere..."

Slightly reassured by the fence, the guard officer gripped the megaphone tightly, "The requests you’ve put forward can be reported upward, but the specific outcomes are beyond our control... "

"It’s not a request, you know..." Gong Yan said, smiling gently, her delicate figure swaying like a small white flower in the wind.

"It’s a notice."

Gong Yan took a step forward.

So did the silent ranks on the long street, uniformly taking a step forward at the same time.

Just one step, and the nerves of every guard soldier were stretched to the limit.

Sweat beaded in their palms, their eyes fixated on what lay ahead, anxiously glancing sideways at their own commanding officer.

"..." The guard officer’s eyes darted around, trying to find a way out.

But all he saw was a sea of silent figures, black and oppressive.

People...

So many people...

Just people...

The "tyranny" that the city had endured over the years faced a wild backlash.

The stench of the city...

It would eventually swallow everything...

The other party’s words hammered in his heart like a heavy blow.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead as the guard officer became increasingly panicked, struggling within himself.

’No!’

’No way!’

’I can’t just give in!’

’I am the armory’s guard officer!’

’I am a soldier of this city!’

...

Observing the guard officer’s tense demeanor, sweat pouring out as if he were struggling, the bosses of the forces lurking in the crowd felt a sudden pang of alarm.

’We’ve been duped!’

"That girl deceived us!"

"She really didn’t need our help, but by coming here, we’ve already served as endorsers for her!"

No one could have anticipated the current standoff, let alone the pressure it was placing on the guard officer.

However, if they put themselves in the guard officer’s shoes, it was easy to see how the pressure from the "entire city" made his fifty or sixty guards seem so insignificant.

And to make matters worse, the "Doctor" had taken his most elite team and left the city without a trace...

"The timing was so perfect!"

Someone grumbled through clenched teeth.

But there was nothing they could do but silently wait for the event to unfold naturally.

Perhaps they could reap exorbitant profits from the underground trade of the monopolized goods, but they never shared a dime with the lower echelons of their operatives.

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And at this moment, even if they wanted to retreat... they’d have to see if their own men on the ground would agree to it.

They had been used!

...

"No!" Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the guard officer finally spoke up slowly, "No way."

’Perhaps the city’s rules aren’t quite right, but at the very least I should do what I must.’

The guard officer raised his head, looking directly at Gong Yan, his forehead still slick with sweat, but his eyes firmer than ever before, "Please leave! This is my final warning: this place is a military supply zone..."